Hanging on

Hanging on today:
Crisp, brown beech leaves,
Snowdrops, still looking wonderful in the woods,
Sheep's wool on the barbed wire,
Mud on my boots and trousers,
Catkins, looking fragile,

It was a cold, bright morning and I set out to do a recce for a walk I'm leading in a couple of weeks time for the Wednesday walkers. After all the walking in London I thought I'd feel fit, but the slippery, muddy, icy paths were quite a challenge.  I cut the route short but enjoyed what I did.

Hanging on? - Me, to the idea that I will soon be fully fit for all the Festival walks. (Just need to build up to it.)